Date: Mon, 12 Jul 2010 16:49:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Aaron Moore
Subject: The Night Things Changed
"I'll get you a beer," I said to my roomate, Ryan. He was a freshman, and I
was a junior living in the dorm at our college in the bay area of
California.
For both of us, it was our first year at this school - I was a transfer
student. I told him I was gay the first day we met, and it was no problem
for him. He told me that he was bisexual, but I had seen him only with
women during the first semester, and for what we had completed of the
second semester.
His latest girlfriend had broken up with him a month before the party we
were now at, in a hall on the floor below our room. During this month I
started to notice that he expressed more interest in men.
I fantasized about him on occasion, but because I was worried about making
things awkward between us, I never made a move on him. He was a little
shorter than I was, at about 5 foot 9 inches. He was average sized, a
little chubbier than I was but still not very big. He had a cute butt, and
a cute face, a funny laugh, and wavy dark brown hair. Lately, he started to
get flirty with me, jokingly complimenting my appearance.
I grabbed a drink for both of us and we split up for a while to talk with
our other friends. I started to get tipsy after a half hour or so, and then
two tables were set up for beer pong. Most of the party gathered around
them, and we met up again. He was clearly drunk, drunker than I had ever
seen him. He walked over to me, swung his arm around my shoulder, and
declared, "Hey Aaron, you're my partner."
"Alright, but it looks like we'll probably lose," I replied, "you're pretty
drunk."
"I'm better when I'm drunk," he said, laughing.
We played a boyfriend and girlfriend team, and lost quickly. We drank our
ten cups, and had to finish off the winning team's remaining four. By the
end we were both wasted.
A couple hours passed, spent dancing and talking with other friends. It was
around 3 in the morning when I looked around for Ryan, and told him I was
going back to our room.
"Alright cool, I'll go with you."
Both of us had sobered a little. On our walk back he started talking about
how drunk he got, and how it had started to wear off.
"I always get fucking horny when I start to sober up," he said. His bulge
had already given him away.
"Yeah, that happens to me sometimes too," I replied, even though what was
making me horny was that I thought he was subtly signaling to me that he
wanted me.
We got to our room, and he quickly took his shirt off and sat on his bed. I
undressed to my boxers and casually stood in front of him, watching him and
waiting to make eye contact. It took a while, as he was staring right at my
crotch. I pet his hair with my hand and he looked up at me, biting his lip
with a nervous desire.
I used the hand that was resting on his head to lightly push him towards
me, and he didn't resist. His face met my crotch with his mouth slightly
open, and he kissed my dick through my underwear. He turned his head to the
side and rubbed his cheek against me, turned back to face me and move my
dick to the side with his hand in order to kiss my balls.
I continued to stroke and gently tug at his hair. He unbuttoned my boxers
and pulled my cock out, stroked it with his hand, and put his mouth on the
head. I let out a moan. His mouth was so warm, and his lips closed so
tightly.
He pulled his mouth away and I pulled down my boxers. Before he could get
back to my dick I pushed him back on his bed, against the wall it was
placed next to. I kissed him, and stuck my tongue in his mouth as I
unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans, and reached down inside them to discover
he was not wearing underwear. I squeezed his cock for a second and
released, then pulled down his pants to his ankles.
I got on the bed on my knees, and put my crotch back in his face. I rubbed
my balls against his forehead, and slid them down to his mouth. His tongue
reached out and tickled the bottom of my sac. I was still for a second as
he did that, with my hard dick pressed against his forehead. I slid
everything down further, leaving a trail of pre-cum on his face, until my
dick was at his now closed lips.
He looked up at me, and the expression in his eyes seemed a little sad,
like he was being abused, but his lips and hands revealed how much he was
enjoying this. He rubbed and squeezed my ass cheeks while his mouth opened
a little and he licked the pre-cum off the tip of my dick. It opened more
and I pushed forward a little, as did he, and his mouth was halfway up my
cock. His hands left my butt and one went to my balls and the other to the
base of my cock. He rubbed and stroked and sucked, letting out muffled
moans that I echoed, until I uttered, "I'm close." He responded by stroking
and sucking more eagerly until my cum shot down the back of his throat, and
then oozed out into his mouth. He squeezed until there was none left and
his mouth was full.
My dick came out of his mouth, with a string of my cum coming with it as he
laid his head back against the wall and swallowed. The string detached from
me and clung to his chin. I bent down to kiss his cheek.
I pulled my boxers on and laid down on his bed, with my head on his pillow
and my legs across his lap. He kicked off his pants the rest of the way and
I asked him if he wanted a turn. He declined, and I would have insisted but
I was completely exhausted. I got under his covers and he didn't protest.
He collected the fluids on his face with his thumb, which he put in his
mouth. He sucked his thumb clean, and turned off the lights in the room
before getting under with me, even though it was a small, twin size bed.
I turned on my side, facing away from him, and he turned to face the same
way, wrapping his arms around me. One arm soon disappeared and he began to
rub his hard dick against my ass crack, through my boxers, up and down. I
could feel the moisture of his pre-cum soaking a spot on my boxers. The
motion continued while I fell asleep, comforted by his presence and touch.